Afraid

Do not be afraid, The angels say. Of what? God? Hell? What everyone else will think? That no-one else will get this? Do not be afraid, The angels say, Which is easy for them. I try to let their voices, Drown out the shouts of exclusion or eternal damnation And my own whispered dread of…

In practice

A confession: If only i could get love right. In theory i have it: Practice of grace undeserved kindness unreciprocated gift Wanting the best for another (Knowing i won’t always be it). In theory, I place my faith in the impossible every day. In practice, When i come face to face with the impossible person,…

all of who we are

A reflection for a meeting this morning, of a highly complex and demanding committee… One of the great gifts that working in the prison gave me was the demand to learn to live with complexity. The oh-so-human tendency to categorise people in terms of oppositional binaries – labelling one as good, and the other as…

metaphor

Reasons why I want to thank Eve for eating the apple: Imagine a world where there was only a garden every day where knowledge existed only of what was right in front of you no need to make choices no need to weigh up the bad and the not so bad the good and the…

you’re still there

It seems there is a different ‘hardest thing’ every day. Today it was that you didn’t remember that we really had fun last night but sometimes it’s that you don’t remember you rang just before, and just before that, and before that, first thing this morning, and asked the same question to which i gave…

the gates of hope

I used to stand at the gates of hope calling to those who walked past till i was hoarse speaking with truth, bearing witness to grace and then either I moved or hope did and i find myself here where i can’t for the life of me see it anymore. I’m sure it’s there [i’ve…

i just don’t know

i am perhaps in danger of holding agnosticism as fiercely and with the same tenacious commitment that would not let me let go of faith when it had had its time. and i wonder again whether it matters [this belief or its absence], and what it is in me that simply can’t decide.